Deep Sea Embers

After hearing what the cult priest prayed for, Duncan immediately stopped cutting off the soul projection and returned to the Lost Home.

He looked at the masked priest who had just finished his frantic prayers like a fool, watched the knife in the opponent's hand that seemed to be carved from obsidian being raised high, and he watched the believers around the altar. They got excited and chanted the name of their "lord" in unison, chanting the "true sun god" who had fallen for many years and was torn apart in legend.

They want to offer their own "sacrifice" to the sun god. The specific method is to offer the heart of the sacrifice.

Now Duncan finally understands where the tragedy in the cave came from, and what is going on with the crazy and criminal acts of these cultists.

Then, he saw the masked priest take a step towards him, and a layer of dark flame suddenly appeared on the surface of the obsidian knife held high in the opponent's hand.

This eye-catching supernatural phenomenon instantly made Duncan curious. He guessed whether the knife was also some kind of "abnormal" item, and whether the priest in front of him was some kind of "special human being" who could control extraordinary power. How many such special human beings are there in the civilized society of this world, and what social roles they may play.

At the same time, he watched blankly as the black flame-burning knife stabbed straight into his chest, making a hollow sound as it pierced several layers of rags.

The flame burned inside a few times, but nothing was burned.

On the totem pole behind him, a series of unsettling crackling bursts suddenly came out of the blazing fireball. It seemed that some kind of tearing and dizzy noise was mixed with the crackling sound, and Duncan faintly It felt as if something had diffused from the fireball, it was a cold and crazy "touch", it was difficult for him to describe this feeling, not only because the senses of this temporarily occupied body were dull, but also because it felt beyond He didn't know any of his previous perceptual experience-he only knew one thing, in this world where supernatural phenomena really existed, there was no doubt that the priest's sacrificial ceremony in front of him was in big trouble.

The change in the "Symbol Sun" on the totem pole immediately attracted the attention of the closest believers. Accompanied by a few suppressed exclamations, the scene quickly quieted down from the frenzy. The two men in black robes also seemed to be intimidated by something, let go of their hands in horror, and bowed down to the totem pole in fear, while the priest holding the obsidian knife froze in place, and he still maintained the posture of holding the blade , but fixedly stared at the face of the "sacrifice" in front of him. Through the opening in the mask, Duncan could see a pair of eyes that were falling into confusion and chaos.

Duncan twitched the corners of his stiff mouth, and finally squeezed out a weird smile. He slowly raised his right hand and put it on the hand of the priest holding the obsidian knife tightly. The green flames flowed and penetrated like water, Slowly wrapped around the knife.

Almost instantly, Duncan felt the "feedback" from the knife, but strangely, the feedback felt weak and hollow, as if the knife was just some kind of fake imitation, and only the hollow shell was lodged. A little "borrowed strength" in general.

But to him, it didn't matter whether the knife was a fake or not.

He smiled at the priest with the corner of his mouth pulled, and said unhurriedly: "I have to say two things."

In the next moment, the priest felt that the connection between himself and the obsidian knife was suddenly disturbed by some external force, and his sincere and fanatical belief in the sun god was directly cut off as if he had hit an indestructible barrier.

"Number one, I'm a big-hearted person—you see, it's so big."

Duncan tore off the already tattered cloth, which was cut open by the knife at this moment, and a shocking hole was exposed. Through that terrifying hole, the priest who presided over the sacrificial ceremony could even clearly see the scene behind Duncan.

"Second, try to avoid serving expired food to your Lord."

Duncan gently pushed the priest's hand away. For some reason, after he wrapped the obsidian knife with the green spiritual fire, the priest in front of him seemed to lose most of his strength at once, so that Duncan, who is weak now, Physical strength could easily push this tall priest away.

And after being pushed away, the priest seemed to react suddenly, and great panic and anger enveloped him. His muscles trembled, and he pointed at Duncan, as if he wanted to restore order in the sacrificial field with a loud shout. : "The filth that came back from the dead! This is a reanimated soul! You have desecrated this sacred sacrificial ceremony! The filth... Which daring necromancer is behind you?! Aren't you afraid of the power from the sun?!"

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Duncan glanced at the obsidian knife he was holding in his hand, and said casually while feeling the weak power feedback in the knife, then he looked up at the priest in front of him, and listened to the words behind him. With the crackling noise from the totem pole, a bold whimsy suddenly appeared, "But I suddenly want to satisfy my curiosity."

After speaking, he suddenly raised the obsidian knife in his hand, and under the eyes of a group of black-robed believers who were still in a state of chaos and panic, he pointed at the masked priest and said loudly:

"O supreme and holy sun god! Please accept the sacrifice on this high platform! I offer the heart of this sacrifice to you, and may you return it in blood and fire!"

In the next second, he saw the flames on the obsidian knife rise suddenly, and the icy touch from the totem pole behind him was suddenly restrained, and pointed to the masked priest not far away. Duncan saw the priest Suddenly showing a terrified look in his eyes, he seemed to want to leave the high platform immediately, but the speed of the knife was faster than him——

The knife flew out of Duncan's hand directly. It was pulled by some invisible force, wrapped in blazing black flames and faintly entangled green fire, and pierced straight into the priest's chest. While screaming, the cult leader's chest was pierced directly, and his heart was turned into ashes in an instant.

In the next second, the knife returned to Duncan's hand, and even after this back and forth effort, the bit of power contained in it seemed to have finally been completely exhausted.

It is known that there are two people within the sacrificial range of the cult's altar, one of them has a heart and the other has no heart, and a certain evil god wants to taste his heart today, and ask—who will lose his heart?

Of course it has to be the one with the heart.

But even if this logic is true, the smoothness of the whole thing still exceeded Duncan's expectations. He didn't expect that his "try" with a big brain hole would actually work. He didn't turn his head until he watched the cult priest fall down. Glancing at the totem behind him who had regained his composure, he murmured in a strange tone: "As long as the word is right for the co-author, anyone can give it to me?"

Of course, the fireball on the totem pole will not answer his question, but the cultists around the altar have obviously reacted at this time, a huge panic is inevitable, but amidst the panic, even more fanatical believers burst into anger This anger even surpassed the fear they felt when the totem appeared before!

The few cultists who were closest to the altar reacted first. They shouted the name of the sun god and rushed towards Duncan. These most courageous believers soon led more people, and a large group of people in black robes disappeared. Mentality rushed forward, and some even took out the daggers and daggers they carried with them from under the black robes.

Duncan originally planned to yell "I dedicate the hearts of all the people on the altar to the Sun God" to try the appetite of this weird evil god, but when he saw that some of the cultists who rushed up were still falling from their arms. After taking out the revolver, he immediately dismissed the idea. Considering the time for the sacrificial ceremony to take effect and the law of "accurate and fast within seven steps", he simply pointed his middle finger at the group of heretics and cut off the gun. The projected state of the soul.

Let these crazy people go crazy, he's going back to the Lost.

At the same time, in the boundless sea, a burst of rhythmic footsteps sounded on the deck of the Lost Home.

Doll Alice in a gorgeous gothic dress left her room and came to the door of the captain's cabin.

The gorgeous wooden box did not follow behind Miss Doll this time, but was left in the room by her.

The captain said that she can move freely in the cabin below the deck, and she can also walk around on the deck. If there is something she doesn't understand, she can come directly to the captain's cabin to find him.

Alice remembered it well.

(It's time to push the book! The first push of this book is "The Salted Fish Prince of the Ming Dynasty" from the Taoist at the foot of the mountain, and the introduction is directly posted:

Zhu Yijing, the grandson of Emperor Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty and the biological son of Empress Kangning, looked at his proud eldest brother, his second brother who knew how to make choices, and his biological mother who was expressionless and unable to see through... Well, it seems that there is nothing wrong with me?

Ever since, the young man felt at ease and put on the hat of shame as a traveler, and started a life of salted fish waiting to die.

Until the arrival of a bowl of chicken soup.

"Ahaha! Here comes the chicken soup!")